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“But I couldn’t do it. Illinois wolf gangs were converging on each other for turf wars, and as Alpha, I had to remain close by and uphold the ancient laws of our pack—from undergoing transformation rituals to forging alliances through mating bonds, and leading war-parties. College was off the table. I’d applied to one, but my parents and grandfather put a stop to it with lectures, threats, and even fists when necessary. The elders kept me tight within the pack borders, denying me communication with any of my old high school friends or teachers. The situation was like a curse. As soon as I got close to some semblance of a life—a dance here, a party there, a movie theater, summer days spent sailing on the lake, or winter evenings laughing at state fairs, my parents would swoop in with their
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